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Sneeze

Lacey

If the life that I'm living in right now is ever a story, it would be crappy. The scenes would be written sloppily, the descriptions and dialogue would be complete shit, the ideas would be all over the place and the chapters would be titled stupidly. I mean, how would we title this chapter? Sneeze? Because I'm sick?

Yes, Vampires can be sick.

The so called Book would be shit. It would be like those Werwolf books that Roman reads. The ones that doesn't make any sense and it tries to be funny by being random. I hate on those books when I read them behind Roman's back. But now I understand the pressure of having no talent in stories, because my life is one heck of a documentary. It is Boring.

And who would even write about my life with Roman? God? Yeah, I don't think we'll ever meet so there's no way that will ever happen...

Now, if this was a book, I think we'd be hitting our péripéties (oh my gosh im so sorry, im french so i have no idea what that is in english). No, not our climax, but I think we're getting there.

We're heading to Roman's pack, the two of us alone in a car. Something in me cracked a while ago, and I found myself telling him my whole life. And I also found myself telling him my happiness... Or at least, the reason to my happiness.

I'm not going to speak with him, no. It would be much too awkward. So I'll just wait until we get there and when he talks to me first. I'll answer him as long as it's not about that whole... yeah...

I'd like to say that at the moment, I take the silence as comfort; but that would be a lie for everyone. It's only Roman and I sitting beside one another, a stick in between our seats, giving us a slightly medium-sized gap. There's no music playing, not even softly in the background as both of us continue to explore our own worlds. I haven't sneaked a peek back at Roman yet, because I have a feeling that he might be waiting for me to do so.

After I had finished my rant, Roman hadn't said a word. I don't think he even looked at me. I don't know, though, because my gaze was too fixed on the window that moment. But thinking back at it, why hasn't the hopeless romantic said anything? Of course he'd be flattered by my act of opening up to him, out of all people. So why hasn't he tried talking to me?

It's a tragedy, I imagine him saying to his wolf. I'm too afraid to read his mind right now, because what if I can't handle anything that he might be saying to himself?

He's probably taking pity in me; or better yet, he's judging me for being distant to him, only because of that. He's probably calling me a baby in his head, because something so simple has been troubling me. My problem isn't as big as I play it to be.

Why am I acting this way? Should I give a fucking damn about what he thinks? No, I shouldn't. But I still do.

"Where here," Roman says softly, his voice distant and occupied. He parks the car into a rocky driveway, setting it in front of a nice house. I'm surprise I haven't noticed the bumps we were hitting while he was driving on the driveway.

I get out of the car, taking in the wonderful view in front of me. The grass is freshly cut, going on for miles and miles until it disappears into a forest. The long driveway reaches to the garage of the house. It's fat and long, nothing inappropriate about that. The house is quite large, but resembles a little like a cottage. It's made of wood, but not the pearly kind.

Many kids and teenagers are running around on the grass, and others are chilling on the patio with a drink. I wonder if they all know Roman, then I realize how stupid that is of a question.

Roman walks to my side, seeming a little proud yet upset as he carries mine and his bags around his arms. "I'll take these into our room. You can go and explore."

I stay put. It doesn't feel like my place to explore like he said, because I just feel out of place here. So instead I look at the nature and everyone else playing in it, not saying a single word.

"Hi," a little voice says and I feel my shirt being tugged at. I look down to my side and stare at a cute little girl, her eyes wide and innocent as she stares right back at me curiously.

I take in her beauty. She looks to be six or seven, but by her smell, she's probably still four. "Hello," I whisper, smiling at her. I crouch down to her level, "what's your name?"

The little girl blinks, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." She says, her long brown hair blowing in the wind.

I can't help but grin even wider at the little girl. "But you already did." I tell her nicely. "Don't worry, I'm Roman's Mate, so you have nothing to worry about. My name's Lacey."

She widens her eyes even more, looking absolutely and impossibly beautiful. "I'm Clover, and I'm five." She grins, sticking her hand to my face, all fingers out.

"Nice to meet you, Clover." I laugh and pull her hand away. She shoves it in her hand and pulls out a four-leaf clover of her own. "Wow, that's cool. You're just as lucky as your name." I say sweetly, already softening up to her.

Her hair is a light brown that flies everywhere in the wind. It reaches to the bottom of her back where it curves inwards. Her figure is small, and her skin is slightly tanned. Her eyes are a bright shade of blue that shines every time she speaks. She wears a light link dress with no shoes, and her face has a little bit of dirt on it.

I laugh and grab a handkerchief from my pocket, wiping off the little smudge of dirt from her nose and cheeks. "Now, do you have a Mate of yourself?" I joke, a smirk dancing on my face as I watch her grimace.

"Yucky, no Mate." She sticks her tongue out. "I don't need one. I got Peddy." She smiles.

"Peddy?" I ask.

She nods and jumps up and down a little. "Yep, Peddy is my best friend!" She shouts, and I laugh.

"Well I better meet this Peddy of yours one day."

Clover stops jumping and gives me those innocent eyes once again. "You're pretty," she breathes, reaching out a hand to play with a strand of my hair.

I grab her hand, staring into her sweet eyes. "But you're even prettier," I say softly, placing her warm hand on my cold cheek. She blushes and gives me a crooked smile.

"Hey! Stay away from my Mate!" I hear a high voice yell, and out of nowhere, a young boy runs to Clover's side protectively. "What are you doing with my Mate?" Wow, this dude is just like a mini Roman.

I shake the thought of Roman from my mind. "I was just having a quick chat," I tell him, standing up properly.

The boy stares me down hard, his nose flaring up as he smells me. "Oh," he drops his cold glare and proceeds to blush slightly. "You have a Mate, don't you?" He mutters sheepishly, looking down and scratching the side of his head.

Clover nods and once again does we jumps. "Yeah! and her Mate is Alpha Roman! Cool, right, Peddy?" So that's Peddy. So she does have a Mate...

Peddy looks at Clover with his eyes glowing as he sees that she's staring back at him. "Yes, that is cool." He stops and glances at me before looking away. "Sorry," he apologizes. He looks back at Clover and points into the direction of the sky. "Look, sweetie, it's a butterfly!"

Clover runs off, "pretty!" she shouts and I watch her disappear.

"Now, we need to talk."

***

huh? first i had 2.69k
but then it all disappeared?

whatever, it's just kinda confusing me right now.

so, this was lacey's point of view... she's a little emotional i guess.

enjoy. vote. comment. tell me if those reads were only hallucinations.

bye for now.

- han .